Brynne #2
“Sex.” I rested my hands on his stomach, his abs tightening under my touch. “We can’t have sex, Theo. It would be too much—we’d never come back from that.”
His eyes searched mine. I expected him to argue, to think with his lust-filled brain, not logic. But then he nodded, shocking me.
“No sex,” he agreed. “But we can do other stuff.”
I almost said no. I almost turned him down. Almost got off his lap.
But then I thought back to that loose vow to myself— be reckless. Be wild. Be selfish.
Be free.
And I nodded.
“No sex, just fun.”
“Just fun,” he repeated, hands already dropping to the button of my jeans. “And what’s more fun than you riding my fingers until you come all over them?”
My breath hitched as he pulled the button open and dragged the zipper down, the vibration taunting. Slowly, his hand snaked into my jeans, into my panties. I gasped at the feel of his thick fingers immediately finding my swollen clit.
“Fuck, baby,” he groaned. “You’re so fucking wet for me.”
He rubbed tight, hard circles, and my breath stuttered. It lasted only a second, and then he plunged them inside me.
I cried out, hands moving to his shoulders to steady myself.
His eyes stayed on mine as he pumped his fingers in and out, slowly at first, then at a harder, faster pace.
The heel of his palm ground against my clit with every thrust, and my eyes rolled back.
I rolled my hips in time with his movements, and he smirked.
“That’s it,” he murmured. “Ride my fingers, Red. Show me what you like.”
My movements became wild—they became hard and fast. I’d never shown a man just how hard I liked it, how rough I wanted it. Reaching out, I grabbed his hand and lifted it to my hair.
Without needing instruction, he tangled his hand there, tugging gently on the strands near the roots.
“You want me to pull your hair when I fuck you from behind, too?” he asked softly.
My mouth fell open as my breathing turned harsh.
“Want me to smack your perfect ass until it’s bright red?
Leave my handprints all over your skin?”
“Yes,” I breathed. “ Yes .” My fingers dug into the unyielding muscles of his shoulders. “Do anything you want to me.”
His mouth tugged into a smirk. “Anything?” I nodded, lips still parted. “Who knew you were such a dirty girl? Letting me use you like my personal little toy.”
“Theo,” I moaned, my head falling back on my shoulders.
“Look at me, baby. I want to see you when you come.”
It took all the strength I had in my body to lift my head and pry my eyelids apart. And once I did, his gaze seared me to my soul.
“That’s my good girl,” he whispered. My pussy tightened around his fingers, and his brows rose.
“You like praise, baby? I can praise you.” I nodded over and over, silently begging him for it.
“I can tell you that you’re a good girl for riding my fingers like it’s my cock.
I can tell you how fucking gorgeous you look right now.
Or that you’re the most perfect woman I’ve ever seen. Is that what you like?”
“ Yes ,” I hissed, drawing out the word.
Just a few more seconds, and I’d be there, toppling over the edge. But I needed to go with him.
Reaching down, I fumbled with the button on his pants, ripping the zipper open. His jaw tensed as I wrapped my hand around his cock, my eyes widening at the warm thickness of him.
“Oh, my god,” I said, breathless.
Where I expected a cocky comment, he said nothing. Just gritted his teeth as I dragged my hand over him, squeezing and stroking him in time with his movements.
“I want you to come with me,” I whispered. His eyes flashed with heat, and he slid down further on the couch, letting me get a better grip of his dick.
“Tighter,” he ground out, and I tightened my grip. “That’s it. Fuck, that’s it.”
“Tell me what you like,” I said, our hands moving in tandem. “Everything. All the things you’ve wanted to do—to me, to anyone. All the darkness you have inside you, give it to me.”
I felt his body tense, all the muscles locking up as if he might recoil. But then he pressed his hips forward, fucking into my hand harder.
“You want to know everything?” he asked breathlessly, and I nodded.
“I wasn’t kidding when I said I wanted to tie you up.
I want to watch you squirm and try to break free—” A groan left him, harsher than I’d ever heard.
“Fuck, I want to handcuff you to my bed and do anything I want to you. I want to bind your hands behind your back and fuck your throat—I want to be in complete control of your body, Brynne.”
“I want that,” I gasped out. My hand slid faster, fingers squeezing harder.
“God, you really are so perfect,” he muttered. His fingers slipped from me and found my clit. He rubbed quick circles again, somehow knowing exactly what I liked. “So damn perfect.”
Precum coated my palm, slick against the soft flesh of his cock. His jaw worked, his body trembling under mine.
“Are you close?” I asked, breathless, and he nodded. “Come with me, Theo. Please—please—” My body shook with the force of my orgasm barreling through me. “Oh, fuck?—”
My teeth sank into my lip to keep myself from screaming my release.
Eyes crossed, mouth open, body convulsing.
Blood rushed through my ears, deafening me.
But I could feel the hot stickiness as his cum shot into my hand.
Feel the way his body jerked every time I swiped my palm over his too-sensitive head.
And when I finally came down from my release, I heard him almost whimpering , asking me to stop in that breathy, almost inaudible way.
Finally, I pulled my hand from his pants, and he pulled his from mine. For a moment, all we did was stare. And then he grinned.
“We should clean up,” he said, and a soft laugh tumbled from my lips. He caught it with his own before kissing me, gently. Just a press against my mouth, a quick thank you .
“I need to get home.” I slid off his lap, my hand held out as he buttoned my jeans before his own.
“You could stay the night,” he said, his gaze averted. “We have plenty of guest rooms.”
I hesitated. A part of me screamed to do it—to stay.
But I knew if I did, I’d end up in his bed, and I couldn’t do that.
Not yet.
So I shook my head, laughing softly as I headed toward the door to find the bathroom.
“Another time, Playboy.”
And as I left the room, all I could think about was the way he’d looked at me, that soft smile on his satisfied face, and a glint in his eye that said whatever we were doing wasn’t anywhere near being over—it was only just beginning.